The Other woman

As he stepped outside, a group of people came welcoming with bouquets in their hands.

'Long time... No see...'

In those people, Ishan saw a familiar face, Sandhya came near him. Her body was curvy as always, she smiled and greeted Ishan.

"Welcome Radhika ma'am," Sandhya smiled and handed him a bouquet, "We have been informed about your visit today by Aryan."

As Ishan walked through the office, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from the women around him.

"You look lovely today, ma'am," one of them said, smiling. "That saree really brings out the colors in your outfit," another woman added.

Ishan smiled, feeling a little more at ease.

"Thank you, dear," he said, his voice husky and feminine.

A young intern approached him, looking a bit nervous. "Ma'am, I just wanted to say that you're an inspiration to all of us. Your elegance and poise are truly admirable."

'These compliments won't really help you in your appraisal cycles though', Ishan chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"Radhika, Sandhya will guide you through the office," Aryan said, as he entered the building, leaving Ishan behind with Sandhya."I have some important meetings to attend to."

'Really cool of you to dump your wife in the first 5 minutes.'

As Sandhya guided him through the reception, cafeteria, and gyms, Ishan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of annoyance.

"Please, this way, ma'am," Sandhya said, her voice chipper, as she led him to the coffee machine. "We have a variety of coffee blends to choose from, and our barista is always happy to whip up a latte or cappuccino for our employees."

Ishan's eyes rolled heavenward as he listened to Sandhya's enthusiastic explanation of the office's coffee options. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his annoyance only seemed to grow as Sandhya continued to show him the most mundane details of the office.

He adjusted the Gucci bag slung over his shoulder, the gold hardware glinting in the light.

"And this is our break room," Sandhya said, opening the door to a small room filled with vending machines and a few scattered tables. "We have a selection of snacks and drinks available for our employees to enjoy during their breaks."

Ishan's heels clicked on the marble floor as he followed Sandhya, his long legs striding gracefully in the high heels.

Ishan's annoyance continued to grow as Sandhya showed him more and more useless details of the office. He stopped walking, his heels clicking sharply on the floor.

"Sandhya, can we please just get to the point?" he asked, his voice firm but polite.

Sandhya looked taken aback by Ishan's sudden interruption, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Of course, ma'am," she said, smiling sweetly. "I just wanted to make sure you felt welcome and comfortable in our office."

Ishan's eyes narrowed, his annoyance simmering just below the surface.

"I appreciate that, Sandhya," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think I've seen enough of the office's... amenities. Can you please just take me to the meeting room now?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Raichand", Sandhya's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. " I have strict instructions from Mr. Raichand to keep you outside of the office."

"Aryan said that?", Ishan's eyes narrowed,

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry."

Ishan took a deep breath, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"You definitely know something," he said, his voice dropping to a male tone. "And Can you please drop the 'ma'am'?"

Sandhya's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a stifled laugh.

"Apologies, Mrs. Raichand," she said, her voice trembling with amusement, "but you definitely don't look like Ishan chaudhary now"

Ishan rolled his eyes, shifting back to his female voice. "Whatever. I'm going up to the meeting room."

"Please, Radhika ma'am", Sandhya's eyes went wide with alarm., I could lose my job."

"No, You won't", Ishan smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. ", because it's my company too."

Sandhya giggled, a smile spreading across her face. "As you wish, Mrs. Raichand."

As they entered the lift, Ishan let out another deep breath and changed his posture to a more masculine stance.

Sandhya raised an eyebrow, a smile of amusement still playing on her lips.

"You don't know how hard it is to pretend to be a woman," Ishan joked.

"I can understand", Sandhya chuckled. "But you carry yourself with such grace. Did someone help you with the makeup or you do it on you on"

"Well I asked Ratan, the guy who did my bridal to teach me", Ishan grinned. "Took me weeks to master these eyeliner skills."

Sandhya giggled. "Well, you're definitely a fast learner. It took me months as a teenager."

Ishan chuckled, the tension between them dissipating. "So I'm not the only one who's struggled with those winged eyeliner looks."

Sandhya smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Even you gestures and facial expressions are feminine!", she asked, "how did you manage all that in a single month"

"Well, youtube can teach you anything", Ishan said grinning, "I am also learning how to knit, Ma never let me because it was supposed to be a 'girl hobby' and now that I am a 'girl' she suggests me different knitting styles"

"Haha, I an understand that, Mrs. Raichand"

Ishan's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing bringing Sandhya attention.

"Now, tell me why doesn't Aryan want me to be in the meeting room."

"Its..... ", Sandhya hesitated, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's because of his girlfriend."

"HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?"